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prisoned inside my private world
i watch dust devils dash and swirl
and lift the skirt of a nubile girl
i hear the wind raping the trees
i see the bruised and battered leaves
come crumbling down around her knees
i kid myself that i’m not mad
i’m not bitter, i’m not sad
that i don’t shed tears for love unknown
and my foolish fears haven’t left me ‘lone
that i still walk the path between the sta…